Content Warnings:
Strong Language
[She was curled up in a green carpeted room. She looked down, not bothering with the rest of her surroundings. She heard the sounds of heavy doors opening. A pair of footsteps approached her.
"Now Ursi~," called out to her. "Your going to behave this time…right?"
She could only glance up. A pair if red, beastial pupils looked down upon her. The irises were light sky blue, and resembled upsidedown mountains. The sclera were flooded with bright yellow energy].
Chapter XXXV
Wounded Bear
AKT II
Meeting of Blades
Setsune woke up screaming. Her heart was trying to rip itself from her chest. Sweat poured down her face.
There was a nice breeze coming from the window. It was cool, but not freezing. It flowed through her ears and hair, and along her face.
She took slow, deep breaths. She placed her left fist on her heart. She laid back down, her right arm resting upon her head. Her skin had eased back into its normal yellow.
The door creaked open. Fajr peered in curiously.
"Git, Fajr," Najwa ordered, entering with a long, black stained knife.
She sat on the bed across from Setsune, "So…'re ya gonna be nice this time'r'do I gotta give ya an infection?"
"Sorry about earlier," she responded, smiling and scratching her cheek.
"Sorry is somethin' ya say when ya spill milk, not when ya try to strangle someone," She groaned.
Setsune chuckled and winked, "I could pay you back,"
"You really don't understand the gravity of choking someone out do ya?" she responded, eyes flat.
Setsune sat up and placed her finger on her chin, "hm…Mayyybe?"
"There's no fuckin' maybe 'bout it!" she exploded.
She chuckled again and smiled, "thank you,"
Najwa groaned, "(Those children 're gonna be the death of me). How long until ya can git?"
Setsune looked out the window. Silence.
Najwa tipped her straw hat back, "Well…the kids brought ya here, so yer my trouble. If we get caught, ya threatened us ya hear?"
"I hear,"
Najwa got up and walked over to the door, "Good,"
"(Can I have my room back Moma)?"
"(Nope) ((Yer bunkin with me)) (((fer a while)),"
...…
The Castle of Glass shown bright late that night. Setsune leaned her head against the wall with bags beneath her eyes. She yawned into her hand, but her eyes remained open.
["Think about it Ursa," Eversor called out. "Revenge is your only option,"].
"(Shut it)," she muttered, her eyes squeezing shut.
There was a light rustling. No, a door opened.
She narrowed her eyes. It was Najwa. She carried a lamp out into the rest of the night. Setsune placed her hand on her broach and followed.
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Najwa walked down the rocky streets of Wartebereich XXXIV. There was a cracking sound nearby. She glanced behind herself. There were cracks where she could've sworn corruption had festered.
She shook her head and tread on.
At the centre was a large hut. Inside, many adults and elderly gathered around a wooden table. Said table bore the symbol of three blue accented blades in triangle formation: a red fish hook, a purple paintbrush, and green sword with a dull edge. They were crossed together on top of a blue and yellow comet.
Sitting in one corner was the old man from before, "Your finally here Najwa. Took you long enough," he called out.
"Please don't cause a scene," another called out, his voice like a turtle with a painted shell.
He sat in another corner. He wore thick, indigo baggy pants, gloves and boots with blue accents. On his shirtless back was a tattoo of the paint brush blade. He had olive skin, brown and grey eyes, and black hair that was half long, half buzzed.
"No no Afzel, let them have it out," a man with a voice like a shooting star in the night laughed.
He stood across from Ajwa. He was dressed in a long, loose tan shirt, baggy pants and bare feet. The back of his shirt had the comet upon it. He had dark skin, short, fuzzy black hair, and silver eyes.
"I'd rather not have it out with Atsushi tonight," Najwa sighed.
"Hey," the old man called out, pointing a finger. "Its Mr. Asanuma to you youngster,"
"At what point is one no longer a youngster?" the man of the comet asked jokingly.
"Can we focus, Mr. Atuche?" Afzel sighed, looking the other way, his hand on his forehead.
"Afzel Afzel, you can call me-,"
"Ijeoma," Najwa interrupted, her eyes twitching. "I suggest we keep 'er hidden fer now,"
"KEEP HER HIDDEN!?" Atsushi scoffed, his beard twitching.
"Curious?" Ijeoma remarked, an eyebrow raised, his hand scroking his square jaw. "You know she could bring danger to Wartebereich XXXIV? Why protect her?"
"My children made a deal with someone….," Najwa stated, looking down and narrowing her eyes. "They didn't say who they were, but they sound purty influential,"
"Such recklessness! Have they not been taught the story of Faust?! This is why *some* people shouldn't have children," Atsushi scoffed, turning his head and pulling at his beard.
"Like you?" Ijeoma remarked.
"Exactly,"
"The deal was made, there's nothing to be done about it," Afzel interjected, raising a hand. "What was the deal?"
"'Bout an orange marble worth of yellow tiles fer every day we have 'er hidden here," Najwa stated, lifting her eyes up.
End of Scene I....